To say "I love you" under the sky of Sudak; brew coffee for guests according to an old family recipe in a rural houses of the Dzhankoy district; to go to the cold sea of Feodosia; get lost among the ancient columns in Kerch; to sing folk songs in Koktebel. everyone treasures their memories with Crimea, but they are all equally warm.
From 1998 to 2014, he lived in Sevastopol.
I was nineteen. I invited my girlfriend to see Sudak. I will never forget that evening. We left the restaurant and did not want to go home, so we turned to the sea. The salty cool air, the smell of juniper, the buzzing of cicadas, the sea glowing from plankton.
Suddenly she smiled, "You know, I never sailed at night!" I couldn't even answer. She was already running to the water in her new navy blue dress. I had to follow. We were swimming in our clothes in the middle of the night, alone in the Black Sea! Then we went ashore, wrapped ourselves in a wool blanket, which we brought with us. The sky was shining. Every inch of it was dawned with stars. She looked up to see them better. And I looked at her. That very moment in Crimea, when thousands of stars were reflected in her green eyes, and was startled by one thought. "I love her."
From 1990 to 2015, she lived in the village of Oktyabr and in the cities of Dzhankoy and Evpatoria.
I am a Crimean Tartar who was lucky to be born in the historical homeland in the Crimea. The windows of my house in the village of Oktyabr Dzhankoysky district overlooked a field. Each season, it was planted with different crops, and between the spikelets of wheat or corn stalks sprouted different types of flowers. The field constantly changed color. It was purple, then green, then red. The smell of flowers and wilderness was like cutting a cake into pieces and eating it. The only thing that could make me leave the field on a summer or spring day was the voice of my parents: "Kaveshka, we have guests!". "Kaveshka" translates from Crimean Tatar as "coffee". It's the first thing I learned to cook.
That's why I got this nickname. According to the tradition of our people, every guest who comes to your house should be greeted with a cup of coffee. Necessarily with foam. Otherwise it will mean that you do not respect him. Each family has a special recipe.
According to ours, the coffee is cooked over low heat, before adding a pinch of salt, and before boiling, we "frighten" the coffee three times, reducing the flame and increasing the flame quickly. I still often make my own coffee by a family recipe and then I hear my mother saying "Kaveshka, we have guests!" from afar.
From 1978 to 2014, he lived in Feodosia.
"When will they arrive?" And "When will they finally leave?" These two questions divide the year of residents of all resort towns into two parts – before and during the tourist season. My wife and children Milan and Arlen have lived in Feodosia for many years. However, we went to the sea mostly in winter. Only then can you be alone with it.
Often times, the wife will say in February, "let's go to the sea!" We gathered ourselves up quickly and in ten minutes were met by an empty beach. I remember, once we arrived and was cold and the wind was fierce. I turned my head to say something to my friend, and she didn't hear a word.
Meanwhile, little Milan stood on the shore, dressed like a cabbage, only his eyes sparkled from under his clothes. He approached the sea, looked into the cold water, examined the sand and shells under his feet, and suddenly, fell on his face! He turned over on his back, his hands raking the sand, pouring it on himself, and laughed. What joy! And then we all ran to the car to warm up. No one can stand more than fifteen minutes on a winter Crimean beach. But every time it seemed like the happiest fifteen minutes my life.
From 1993 to 2015 he lived in Kerch and Simferopol
As a kid, I thought all the cities on the planet were ancient, like my native Kerch, which is over two and a half thousand years old. Then I went to study at the University of Simferopol. When I heard that a city was a little over two hundred years old, I thought that perhaps one figure had been lost. Since then, I have become especially proud of where I come from.
On vacations, it was necessary to climb the Mithridat Mountain in the center of Kerch. It offers a unique 360 degree panorama view of Kerch that allows you to see ports with ships waiting for repair or cargo; port cranes standing in line, like tin soldiers; cobblestone central streets, and dormitories scattered along the seashore. Sitting on a stone that has been around for more than two millennia, I looked at modern roads and homes that had not even existed for more than a couple of decades. And I tried to understand where "now" ends and eternity begins.
From 2003 to 2013, she lived in Koktebel for six months.
My husband and I bought an apartment in Koktebel when we retired. We wanted four of our grandchildren to rest by the sea from May to October, and for our children and friends to spend their holidays here. Seven hundred meters from the sea, near a park with poppies and roses – what else do you need to relax? Throughout the season, guests from Kyiv, Vinnytsia, Zaporizhzhia, and even the Baltic States came to us.
One time, thirty people came at the same time! I heard on the phone simply, "Nino, we are coming to see you!". I immediately went to Feodosia to the central market. I had to get fish right away. When the guests arrived, the table was already full of dishes: fish of all varieties, pigeons, cheeses. The feast began. During the meal, my husband started a song. "Green rye, green", "In the garden walked", and all thirty Ukrainian people soon sang all together. We opened the windows wide and an audience gathered. Soon the whole street sang! For an hour or two, my neighbors and random passers-by became one family. Probably, this is possible only in Crimea.